Prank Wars Are So Gay

He crossed his arms, regretting his violence but still angry.

"I don't care." He said plainly. "But you're going to pay."

"Because I exist? Already happening," he replied flatly. "Do your worst--I'll bring the wrath of Satan."

He just grinned suddenly.

"I hope you do." With that, he turned and stomped back into his room, slamming the door.

Yuri hung his head, sighing; he never could just make friends.

-x-

The next morning, it was Blair who was up early. He was sitting on the couch, eating a muffin, waiting for Yuri to get up.

Yuri sat in bed for a good hour longer than he had to, miserable.

Yawning, Blair waited patiently, nibbling on his muffin as he did so. Shark Week was both more interesting and less interesting when he was sitting on the couch, alone and naked.

Yuri finally shuffled into the kitchen, looking sleep-deprived and miserable.

"Morning," he grumbled.

Blair smiled, holding up his muffin.

"I got us muffins."

Actually, he had baked them himself, as usual. The word 'Sorry' were written over the tops of them with icing.

Yuri frowned, giving him a suspicious look.

"...They're not full of more laxatives, are they? I don't trust you anymore."

Blair laughed and held up the muffin he was eating.

"I hope not."

Yuri grabbed a muffin and slowly took a bite, visibly relaxing.

Blair smiled at him. Mainly because the muffins were completely safe (and delicious); Blair just had a party planned for that night. A loud, obnoxious one.

Smiling somewhat awkwardly, Yuri sat down next to Blair, adjusting his pink pajama shorts.

"...I'm sorry, too, I guess...I kinda went overboard with my revenge, huh?"

Blair yawned, stretching out so that he took up the most amount of the couch he possibly could. 'cause he's kind of a douche like that.

"Yeah, whatever."

Yuri shifted uncomfortably, trying to get more than an inch of space in between himself and Blair.

"...I mean it, though--I'm really sorry. I just...I overreacted. I had..." He sighed, chuckling nervously. "Well, I had thought we were kinda friends, and I don't have any friends, so I was really upset. But it won't happen again, okay?" He smiled brightly, taking another bite of muffin.

Was this guilt Blair felt for his newly planned revenge?

Then he remembered how much pain he had been in. And then the guilt was gone.

"Yeah, just, let me watch Shark Week alone."

His smile immediately faded.

"...Oh. Okay."

"Also, I'm having a party tonight. Hope you don't mind." He said casually, not bothering to hide his grin.

"Got it--I'll hide out in my room," he said quietly.

"No way, you should meet my friends!" He insisted, grinning widely. "I'm sure they'll love you."

His eyes widened.

"...Really? But...what if they stop talking to you?"

"Don't worry, they won't." He said, smiling widely. "I promise things will work out exactly how I want them."

He paused, looking like he was about to protest again; then, slowly, he smiled.

"...Okay. Thanks, Blair." Yuri hurried off to his room, excited. It was time to finish his new Blair doll--and this one would be used for good.

He stretched out on the couch even more, grinning to himself. Revenge would be sweet.